I had made up my mind, though not without sundry misgivings, to take a second- class berth; and on entering the steamer of the Austrian Lloyd, I discovered to my surprise how much may be effected by order and good management.

Here the men and the women were separately lodged, wash-hand basins were not wanting, we fared well, and could not be cheated when we paid for our board, as the accounts were managed by the first mate: on the remaining steamers belonging to this company I found the arrangements equally good.
Crossing the Sea of Marmora, we passed the "Seven Towers," leaving the Prince's Islands behind us on the left.
Early on the following day, May 18th, we reached the little town of Galipoli, situate on an eminence near the Hellespont.

A few fragments of ruins in the last stage of dilapidation cause us to think of the ages that have fled, as we speed rapidly on.

We waited here a quarter of an hour to increase the motley assemblage on deck by some new arrivals.
For the next 20 miles, as far as Sed Bahe, the sea is confined within such narrow bounds, that one could almost fancy it was a channel dug to unite the Sea of Marmora with the Archipelago.

It is very appropriately called the STRAIT of the Dardanelles.